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I want to kiss the lips of a girl that will make me well I want to touch a medicinal tongue That can fill me But your tongue tastes limp standing next to this task I want to kiss the first girl that I let down want to kiss all the boys that I could never help I want to kiss the leper; I want to kiss the madam I want to kiss your disease as it wanders its way through your spit I want to kiss my brother back before he learned how to kiss I want to kiss my mother when my father learned how to hit I want to kiss my father as he cursed his father's name I want to kiss the dead before they pass... No. As they pass. As they pass. But your tounge sings weakly And your tits just taste like my drool now.
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